Gleb doesn't know what it is, hasn't even been told as much, but as soon as he hears Anya's message, he knows. It's obvious enough in the sound of her voice, tremulous and dull, and in what she says, asking him to get there as soon as he can. He does, of course, dropping everything he's doing so he can make his way to Anya's building. Though it wouldn't have been too much trouble to call her back and try to find out what might be going on that way, it doesn't seem worth it. If she wants him there, he would go regardless. If it were something too dire, she would have called again, or told him as much in the message she left.
There is, at least, some measure of reassurance in that, but it isn't enough to calm his nerves entirely as he stands at her door and knocks. Letting himself in when he hears her voice from inside, he crosses instinctively to where she's sitting on the couch. "Anya," he says, her name a heavy exhale. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"
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Gleb doesn't know what it is, hasn't even been told as much, but as soon as he hears Anya's message, he knows. It's obvious enough in the sound of her voice, tremulous and dull, and in what she says, asking him to get there as soon as he can. He does, of course, dropping everything he's doing so he can make his way to Anya's building. Though it wouldn't have been too much trouble to call her back and try to find out what might be going on that way, it doesn't seem worth it. If she wants him there, he would go regardless. If it were something too dire, she would have called again, or told him as much in the message she left.
There is, at least, some measure of reassurance in that, but it isn't enough to calm his nerves entirely as he stands at her door and knocks. Letting himself in when he hears her voice from inside, he crosses instinctively to where she's sitting on the couch. "Anya," he says, her name a heavy exhale. "Are you alright? Did something happen?"